“When Master is in trouble, it is only natural for his disciple to serve him.”
Han Qinhu, with his nostrils flared, arrogantly said, "Back then, when my master gambled with the True Man of Longhu Mountain, I won twenty-eight consecutive matches, sustaining a hundred and twenty wounds, and almost bleeding to death. Only then did I manage to crush all the Qi Refining cultivators under the Longhu Mountain sect and make great contributions to winning this Xia Kingdom's Daoist arena. That's why you bunch of insects have a place to live."
"Besides, we're here today to stand up for that kid, so why can't he step onto the life-or-death arena?"
At this point, Han Qinhu sneered, "If he dies so easily, it only proves he's unworthy to be my disciple, Han Qinhu!!!"
I'll lead you guys to victory! Is this how you betray your apprentices?
Bai Cang arrived at the entrance of the Li Chen Palace and happened to hear Han Qin Hu's last words.
He was immediately bewildered, with only one thought in his mind: Is it too late for me to change schools and seek another teacher?
Bai Cang never imagined that after a lifetime of "tricking his father," he would finally be tricked by his "father."
And it's a bottomless sinkhole!
"Ahem, to report to the elders: Uncle-Master Bai Cang has arrived outside the hall requesting an audience."
Xu Yang lowered his head meekly, bent his back to the ground, and spoke without any emotion.
But Bai Cang was 100% certain: this guy was definitely laughing hysterically inside!
"Once I get through this, I'll make you pay!" Bai Cang thought viciously to himself.
There was nothing he could do; everyone present was a wolf, and none of them were people he could afford to offend.
With all this pent-up anger, who else could he vent it on but Xu Yang?
"You've come at the right time; we were just talking about you."
When Han Qinhu turned around, he saw Bai Cang, who was disheveled in the wind like a quail. A hint of embarrassment flashed in his eyes, as if he had been caught red-handed talking badly about someone.
However, on the surface, he seemed oblivious, and simply waved his hand and said, "Come, let me introduce you to the eight elders of our Heshan Sect."
Or maybe we should just forget about it?
Can you just pretend I was never here? No, pretend I never had an apprentice?
Bai Cang's steps were heavy as mountains. With the feeling of heading to the graveyard, he walked slowly into the hall, his expressionless face filled with despair.
Yesterday, when he shouted "My master Han Qinhu," he was so majestic, domineering, and proud. Now, he is just as innocent, helpless, and desperate.
Sure enough, there's no such thing as a free lunch.
Every gift of fate comes with a hidden price.
"Disciple Bai Cang greets all elders!"
After a while, Bai Cang slowly walked into the Li Chen Palace and bowed to everyone.
The sight of him trembling, weak, pitiful, and helpless made everyone secretly gloat.
So you're Han Qinhu's apprentice? You deserve your bad luck!
Then he looked at Han Qinhu, his eyes full of mockery.
This is the amazing, unparalleled, and incomparable disciple you described?
As the saying goes, "A tiger father has a dog son," you're even worse than your dog son!
In just a moment, Han Qinhu's face turned bright red.
The slightest trace of guilt vanished in an instant.
See you in the final arena!
He simply rolled up his sleeves and coldly uttered a single sentence.
It immediately transformed into a whirlwind, whipping up the white crane and flying towards a certain place in the mountains.
"Feigning weakness is a good tactic, but it won't work on these old foxes."
In the howling wind, Han Qinhu stood with his hands behind his back, thinking, "A single punch can ward off a hundred more."
"He's just a Qi Refining cultivator below the Hundred Apertures stage, what are you afraid of!"
Bai Cang remained silent, his mind filled with "Holy crap!"
Is it too late to run now?
The coordinates of Hutian are only set at Tianyin Pavilion, so you can't escape outside the mountain gate.
If only it had been a few days later, he could have sent the "letter" back to the Sanyin Temple and then "teleported" back in the blink of an eye.
Then, if we venture into the northern Yin Mountains, wouldn't we be able to roam freely under the vast sky and sea?
That's enough! That's enough! Life is like that... well, you know. Since you can't fight against it, you might as well try to enjoy it!
Knowing there was no way to avoid it, Bai Cang immediately began to devise a strategy in his mind.
The main focus is on summarizing one's own strengths and taking the initiative to gain the upper hand.
As for information about his opponent, Han Qinhu didn't mention it, probably because he didn't know either.
Moreover, with such a short time, there simply wasn't enough time to conduct research.
"However, those below the hundred acupoints are not entirely without a chance of winning."
Bai Cang thought to himself, "The Five Elements Yin Magic is a superior method. One aperture of its power is equivalent to ten apertures of low-grade power. If we round it up, wouldn't I, who have opened nine apertures, be at the level of a dignified 'Hundred Aperture Immortal Master'?"
Just then, Han Qinhu said again, "I am about to leave the mountain to establish my foundation. Whether you can gain a foothold in the Crimson Dragon Temple depends on this battle."
"If you are afraid, you can still return the Five Elements Yin Magic, abandon your cultivation, and leave the Heshan Sect. I guarantee that your foundation will not be damaged, and you may have another chance to enter the Dao in the future."
Hearing this, Bai Cang's inherent ferocity was aroused. He merely closed his eyes slightly and said calmly, "Before the gate of the Great Dao, there are piles of white bones. In pursuit of immortality, what is there to fear in the face of death?"
"Your disciple is but an ant, if I have no destiny to attain the Great Dao, what difference does it make whether I die sooner or later?"
"The struggle for the Great Dao is how it should be; cultivation is found in the sword, and in the midst of battle, there is a clear and bright world!"
"Great! I knew I hadn't misjudged you!"
Han Qinhu laughed heartily upon hearing this, "From the first moment I saw you, I knew you were a desperate criminal."
"The Emperor Star flickers high above Mars, and suddenly a madman sharpens his knife in the night. We unorthodox practitioners, if we don't have some bloodlust, what's the point of seeking immortality? We might as well become withered bones in a tomb and live a carefree life for a few decades!"
Before he finished speaking, Han Qinhu simply flicked his sleeve, and Bai Cang felt the world spinning around him.
When he opened his eyes again, he found himself on a huge arena, hundreds of feet in diameter.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The next moment.
Several clouds swept in, and the Three Capitals, Five Academies, and Eight Great Immortals all stood atop the clouds.
Behind them, dozens of figures stood indistinctly.
Before Bai Cang could react, a figure fell down.
"Li Wan, a disciple of Master Xiao of the Weaponry Academy!"
The man appeared to be in his early thirties, with an unremarkable appearance. He cupped his hands in greeting and said, "Please enlighten me!"
Before he finished speaking, three white bone forks had already formed a triangular shape and were thrusting towards Bai Cang.
The sound of howling wind and thunder stirred up sharp air currents.
The three beams of white light were like powerful bows and crossbows, crossing half the arena in the blink of an eye and appearing before Bai Cang.
"Is this the style of the Heshan Cult? It's damn insidious and direct!"
Bai Cang was also startled. "They launched a sneak attack right from the start. They have no sportsmanship at all!"
"Bang!"
The next moment.
Bai Cang's figure seemed to shatter into countless fragments, twisted into streams of light by the flying white bone forks.
Behind Li Wandao, a ghostly figure seemed to leap out from the void.
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